Today A girl, a woman yes, Younger than i Am But woman, In my studio (this palace of trash) …I should preface, I suppose, With this: I have trouble Being Human An excellent mimic Echoing like a Mynah bird friend From a lifetime ago Who I fed And cared for, when I could Care for things So it’s a tour-de-force And she is Sweet And Bookish And Open And We discuss libraries and aging Latvian filmmakers (really!) and Puppets (a rueful chuckle here as I pull my own strings, my Tony turn, “Lady Artist Person”) Inside The curtain is closed The theatre dark And even i Who maybe, maybe Still lives as a whitish flick Of Barn Owl In the flyspace All silent wings and wide Black eyes and swift death Even i Don’t know Even i Who can slit a throat with a well-timed side-eye Even i Can’t navigate The convoluted halls And then I drop back to myself Making plans! Unspecified future contact! But I know I know Lingering in the rafters I am not that good a performer.
This summer, I am a lucky enough bird to be the resident artist with the NYC Audubon Society on Governors Island. You can keep up with my progress on this blog, or visit my open studio on the island. I'd love to have you.